Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.